Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Japan. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.